What was he doing here?
A soft knock tapped against the tinted window of the van.
Marcus stepped closer, bending slightly while maintaining a respectful distance. On the surface, he appeared calm and composed, but the tension beneath his polished demeanor was impossible to miss.
“Miss Langford,” he called, his voice measured despite the strain underneath. “My apologies for stopping you like this.”
His eyes remained fixed on the darkened glass, searching for the slightest sign of movement from within.
“Could I have just a minute of your time?”
Before Elena could answer, one of the bodyguards stepped forward. His imposing frame instantly blocked Marcus’s view, his expression turning cold and threatening.
“Who exactly do you think you are?” the guard demanded. “What makes you think you
